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mourninglamby · 3 days
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i miss the tickly taste of tv static on the box tv at my grandmas house.
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lil-beanz000 · 5 months
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Thanksgiving is always a hard time for me every year, lacking family takes its toll. Sometimes it's just nice to pretend....less lonely
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ireallyymissu · 4 months
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cozy cozy cozy stoner <3
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lil-katz · 7 months
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i can feel this body dying all around me
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divinebunnii · 7 months
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feeling small and unwelcome in your own body just for them to let you feel small and welcome in their arms >>>>
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photosofyou · 5 months
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and hate runs through my blood
well my tongue was in love
but my heart was left above
i've got to be leaving now
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howabhwmwn · 1 year
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Sometimes i think about how happy Howard and Cheryl were before they were not. They loved each other. They went to fancy concerts and they sat on the couch and drank whine and giggled about some joke or silly tv show. They went on long walks and to the ocean and they held hands the whole time. And they looked at each other and smiled so so brightly.
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sylphidae · 7 months
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Girl help, I can't stop referring to places I can never return to as home
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saiikavon · 1 year
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So the freelance proofreading thing I was hoping would be good for me…isn’t, as it happens. Turns out I’m not a good proofreader and I can’t keep sitting here thinking I can improve when actually I’m not changing at all.
Kind of goes back to my worries that writing is the only thing I’m good at and the only thing I care to be good at. Would be fine if anything I wrote actually paid the bills. But it’s all fanfic so it can’t.
This is something I worry about time and time again, and as long as I don’t have something I can DO I’m just going to keep worrying about it.
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grandhike · 8 months
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you know when someone you love dies and you just... miss them.
it feels like they're right there, or they should be, and they're not.
yeah.
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ragx17 · 2 years
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Y’a know what. I’m scared he wishes I was her. It keeps me up at night at the thought he’s just talking to me to forget his feelings for her.
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weirdsciencecamp · 2 years
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celestialasylum · 1 year
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My girlfriend is her other girlfriend's shadow, and I'm just a place for her to rest from time to time.
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allronix · 2 years
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I left political activism because there is no genuine compassion or joy in it and hasn't been for a long time. There is only the sadistic thrill of identifying an enemy, stomping on their face, slicing their throat to silence them. Inflict pain and punishment to feel the high of power for a little while, feel part of something bigger, to make someone else scared and suffer so you feel better about your own shitty life (while being ever fearful and careful only to express the "correct" ideas to keep the knives away from your neck)
There's lip service for others; the poor, the scared. But really? End of line, it's not about them. None of the outrage or money goes to help. They're just an excuse to go and find someone that's acceptable to punish and make hurt so you get that power trip and that high of knowing you can stop hurting by making someone else hurt.
Doesn't matter if it's a left boot or a right boot. Doesn't matter the facts. All that matters is the hate, the thrill of stamping on the other guy's face and the fear of being next.
Maybe it's been this way all along and I had been too young angry and stupid to notice
Edit: this came from having a politically divided family and making the mistake of looking at their posts. It was chilling and disgusting seeing how the only difference in their delight over suffering was *what group* did the suffering person belong to.
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xadzzyy · 2 years
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I meet a good guy, a guy that is the perfect match for me, a guy that put in effort and appreciated me and treated me like a queen... yet everytime I kissed him, or slept besides him I thought of you. I thought about your lips, your touch, your everything. He was the type of guy that would have treated me good for the rest of my life, the type of guy that told me he loved me with not only words but with everything he had in him, the type of guy that wanted to spend the rest of his life with me and yet I still thought of you. I'll admit, he deserved so much more than me, but I can't avoid my feelings for you. I don't think they'll ever disappear, and now I'm stuck in this in between where I love you more than anyone else but I can't have you because you don't feel the same way back and I hate myself for putting him through the same thing you put me through. I hate you for making me love you, I hate you for making me spend the rest of my life loving you, I hate you for leaving a mark in my mind, I hate you for invading my mind, I hate you for leaving me, and most of all I hate you for making me live through this life without you. I wish I never meet you, because if I didn't I wouldn't be stuck in this, I wouldn't feel like a part of my heart is missing. Everything is good in my life right now, my dreams are coming true and for the first time in my life everything is perfect... except for the part that you're missing. I still hear your voice, your laughter. Fuck you, fuck you! I'm never recovering from this, I'm trying to move one but you keep showing up in my mind. Please tell me how I'm supposed to be on this earth without you.
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stoned-thot · 2 years
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Trapped in this at home hell get me outtA here I need to go swimming in the woods fuck
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